This is the first post in a series of wg author/fic recommendations. I'm tagging authors' tumblr accounts if I know them, under the assumption that people will want to hear if their work is being discussed, but please let me know if you'd like to be untagged (or tagged, or to have this post removed, etc.)
Kicking off this series with caloriebomb (on Tumblr as @caloriebomber), whose work I've been reading almost as long as I can remember. Their writing is deliciously visceral and they're a master of pacing, and I wouldn't be surprised if most fic writers in the community today have been influenced by their work in some way. Common themes include feedist relationships, intentional wg, absolutely massive amounts of rich fatty foods, some exhibitionism of the wg variety, mild mobility issues.
my favorite fics:
Vicarious (Supernatural, 2014). I cannot begin to estimate how many times I've read this. I know that I read fic before this one came out (for years before this!), but it was so good that it kind of eclipsed everything I'd read prior and has sort of cemented itself in my memory as The First Fic. I don't know much about Supernatural, but the characters in this are like... alter egos or something? of the main dudes, so they're not actually brothers in this. The premise is that they move in together and one of them (consensually) fattens up the other. Simple but effective.
Doubling the Recipe (Avengers, 2016). This one has one of my favorite scenes in all of wg fic (ch 5). The whole fic is catnip for shame/situational humiliation/loss of fitness lovers, but that chapter... holy shit. Peak. Steve is a personal trainer and Bucky is his roommate who's rapidly gaining weight.
The Old College Try (Raven Cycle, 2018). This is tagged as "is there a name for rich-boys-wasting-money-kink?". Whatever the name is, this fic gave it to me. Gansey is a rich kid who goes to college and gives in to gluttony and decadence. Features shame (particularly from his rich/high-status parents), complicated feelings, contrast, and a scene where Ronan dares Gansey to eat $500 worth of food in one day that I've thought about ever since I first read this.
OKOKOK BUT. Steve and Bucky in a personal trainer au.
One of them is a personal trainer that the other goes to to get into shape. They're not overweight or anything, they're just averagely built, so they want to get shredded like they see in comic books and TV and the like. So they start training, but instead of helping him get super swoll, the trainer starts encouraging him to gain weight. He writes him a rigorous diet plan filled with fattening, sugary foods, encourages him to drink copious alcohol at every opportunity, fixes his protein shakes with weight gain power and appetite stimulants, and convinces him that in order to gain muscles you have to gain weight because the more fat you have the more muscles that fat will convert to. They still do training together, but the trainer only makes him do exercises that will show him how much his swelling body jiggles and shakes where it never had before. In the end, with the other guy so much fatter than he ever had been, with moobs and a double chin and a sagging gut, he gives up and decides the exercise is too much work, and when the trainer suggests that they could still be friends and hang out, he no longer has to hide all his attempts at fattening him up, because now he's doing it al on his own anyway. 🥵
Between Steve and Bucky, I don't know who would be the trainer and who would be the unsuspecting other guy....
Can I interest you in a fic where Steve is a personal trainer and teases the SHIT out of big, getting bigger Bucky when they meet by chance in their apartment building? Bucky would never be caught dead taking the stairs after getting out of the army, but when the elevator breaks...
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Or... maybe this other fic where Steve's a personal trainer and Bucky is his childhood best friend, also just out of the military, not looking for training but certainly looking for treats and gaining as a result of it? (Chapter 5 is EXACTLY that workout montage you described with lots of teasing)
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BUT WAIT! There's more. There's also a childhood friends to lovers fic with lots of kinky weight gain set around Steve being a personal trainer and Bucky as an administrator at the gym. If you like figuring out feelings through kink, you'll love this
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I hope those hit the spot because whenever I think about the personal trainer trope, by brain starts to smoke as I combine those three fics into one messy, hedonistic fantasy in my head. I'm not sure I can concentrate enough to do anything but froth at the mouth rn 🥵🥵
Bucky fattened by a frat as a mascot of some kind? Starts pretty big when he’s a freshman, already pushing 400 — come what would have been his final year and it takes a couple bros to turn him over to fuck. Ah I dunno just free use immobile blob Bucky who’s an absolute cockslut, he’ll do anything so long as he gets as much food as he wants? Pledges have to attend to him 24/7, that includes his bi-hourly funnel feeding, a litre or so of shake every other hour?
Anyway, maybe Steve was his first attendant? Both freshman, Steve was made to feed him and please him and serve him, and now he’s head of the frat or however they work.
Anyway there’s the rambling done waddaya think?
You should check out "teamwork" by caloriebomb!!
I keep, in particular, thinking about this part:
“Steve made this coffeecake just for the team,” Clint said, and levered another vast slice onto Bucky's plate. “You can't make him feel bad by not eating it.”
“I'm fucking full,” Bucky said. “I can barely breathe.”
But of course, he ate it. And he ate more bacon, too, and let them give him the last chocolate chip muffin, and he drank another glass of milk, and ate another slice of heavily-buttered bread, and, to hell with it, finished off the rest of the bacon entirely. He was moaning a little by the time he was done, shameless in his discomfort, his belly almost hard to the touch and so heavy he felt pinned down by it.
“For good luck,” Sam said, and rubbed his belly, and then Clint followed suite, and suddenly Bucky was inundated with a line of football players all trying to get their hands on his swollen gut, and Thor was shouting, “Our good luck charm! Our good luck Buck!”
and honestly it felt too good to protest, and he was so stuffed he could barely speak anyway, so he just sat there and let it happen, weighed down by his enormous breakfast and the unbendable dome of his throbbing tummy.
I do, really, really love this idea, though. I keep picturing one of those big snorlax plushies with the huge tummies and short little legs.
Like, c'mon, that is Bucky.
Unbeta'd, you know how it is, warning for Bucky-centric belly kink filth. Implied stucky? Stuffing, funnel feeding, immobility, alcohol consumption, intox kink, slight come inflation, etc.
Or, that's what Bucky turns into after he's hazed and then pledges, and is officially a member of his frat 👀
He absolutely is a big boy going in, but after he's been in for a few years, nearing the end of his college days, he's packed on more than the freshman 15, by far.
After being constantly stuffed and fed and fucked by his bros, he's unbelievably round. So round that his stomach floods between his far spread thick thighs, forcing them apart, and it rests on top of those thick, heavy thighs, leaving him without the ability to stand without help. Really, he can hardly maneuver around it - his belly, that is. It's so heavy. It's always so full. Hell, he can't get his fucking arms around it now! He can't shut his legs, either. Not that that matters when his frat bros are always trying to get them wider, anyhow, using his hole when they can manage to roll Bucky over onto his enormous gut, or just fucking any of his many, many rolls.
He's soft and irresistible all over.
Fat on fat on fat.
Stacking up.
He's overflowing with fat. He's impossibly fat. So much so that when his bros try their best to use their gym-honed muscles - biceps flexing - to lift his massive belly, they sweat and grunt but simply can't always squeeze their arms in between his rolls enough to find his cock. It's buried. Not that Bucky's cock matters to him much now... he gets more than enough pleasure without a finger laid on him there. There's enough pressure and friction from his own fat. He can grind against himself. And his belly is more than sensitive enough. Always bloated tight and packed even fuller. Just touching his gut is enough to make him come.
Whenever the guys can't roll him over - either because there's not enough helping hands around the house at the time, or Bucky is too full to flip, heavier than usual and making sounds like a beached whale, protesting, lest he throw up - they end up fucking all his excess fat. They fuck his love handles and stacking up sides. Plush. They fuck his moobs. Overflowing and flabby and deliciously sensitive, especially those stretched out, hard nipples. They fuck where his belly flops onto his thick, spilled-out thigh. They fuck his belly. They fuck his beanbag like belly.
Heavy.
Thick.
Blubber that rolls like waves when they get going, really into fucking their mascot, and the thrusts push out burps and groans and heavy, gasping breaths from Bucky. He can't handle it. It feels almost as good as being fucked in his hole. He loves having his belly fucked, even if it presses on his stuffed stomach, walking the line of being too much. Pleasure that almost hurts.
Bucky loves it, though.
Even when he's about to pop, bursting at the seams, unable to stifle the hiccups and burps and deep groans bubbling up from his sloshing tummy with how hard he's being jostled, fucked and toyed with however his bros want. Maybe especially then.
Or, no, the best is when they're all home after a party. When the party upstairs has wound down and all his bros are drunk, not yet passing out or fully blackout drunk, but when they're lose enough that their rougher sides come out. Then, they're rowdy from the pounding music, drinks, and crowded, sweaty bodies, and they all seem to share a single thought, needing to use him; needing to fill him; needing to lavish their lucky and greedy mascot with attention after leaving him alone in the basement for the party. Their dirty little secret. Their sweating, panting, growing mascot.
If Bucky's any mascot, he's a pig.
A big, fat pig.
A pig who's always shoveling food into his mouth with his fat hands, his fat chin doubling and thick throat bobbing with each massive mouthful. Never satisfied.
They're going to satisfy him...
After a party, they're all always hard, barely contained in their jeans and gym shorts - unashamedly obvious. Their faces are flushed, eyes hungry, and lips loose and wet. Beer on their breath. Crowding around him. Everyone is aching to touch. He's so soft. So big. So heavy. So fat.
Now, the fraternity make sure to buy more beer and snacks than a party could ever take down for the sole purpose of feeding their pet pig afterward. They know where they always end up.
Every. single. time.
They tear apart the whole house for Bucky. Not just demolishing the party supplies. Everything. Everything is fair game. They feed him chips and dips and kegs of beer and pizza and all that junk. And then...
And then, they break out the protein powders and blenders and make shake after shake after shake for Bucky.
Weight gain shakes.
None of the protein is going to turn into anything but fat. Bucky doesn't move. Bucky is just a ball.
Bucky is a mascot, a pet - a fun, fat, soft toy for them to use. They'll be fucking him sloppy and messy, after a party, and will forget to keep feeding him. Then. That's what Bucky moans for. He doesn't want to come. No. He wants more.
More food.
God.
More.
He begs so much, so greedy, that they have to feed him to shut him up. And when they do run out of things to feed him, there's nothing to be done but shoving their dicks down his throat and coming, filling him up that way, if he's just so desperate to be full.
He is.
He's so desperate to be full.
And every time he is full, he's not just full. He's overfull. Meaning... next time, he'll be able to take just that much more, ever-increasing his huge stomach capacity 🥵
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 9/9
Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish, Richard Gansey III/Blue Sargent
Characters: Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish, Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent
Additional Tags: Weight Gain, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Stuffing, Feeding Kink, Hand Feeding, Adam Parrish eats and eats
Summary:
Despite Adam's accusations, Ronan was not happy that Harvard had closed its doors for the semester. No, because being happy about Harvard's closure would imply he was happy about the circumstances that had forced it, and being happy about a goddamn global pandemic was sheer callous lunacy, he and Adam were in agreement about that. Even if said pandemic was to thank for Adam's presence in the kitchen of the Barns, and the promise of his presence for months to come, Ronan wasn't happy about it.
“Why are you grinning like that, then?” Adam said.
- i.e. Ronan and Adam quarantine at the Barns, and Adam gets hella fat.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 8/8
Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish, Richard Gansey III/Adam Parrish, Richard Gansey III/Blue Sargent
Additional Tags: Weight Gain, Belly Kink, Feeding Kink, Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Polyamory Negotiations
Summary:
Grad student Adam Parrish has a rather unorthodox job: he's agreed to gain fifty pounds for Richard Gansey, a wealthy young man with an interest in feeding. He also has a new roommate, Ronan Lynch, who's beginning to discover his own interests in Adam's eating habits. Adam worries what will happen when Ronan finds out he's essentially someone's sugar baby, but it's getting harder and harder to conceal the effects of his arrangement... and harder and harder to conceal his feelings for Ronan.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Weight Gain, Alternate Universe - College/University, Feeding Kink, Belly Kink, Verbal Humiliation, Situational Humiliation, Eating, chubby bucky, College Football
Summary:
When a busted shoulder ends Bucky's college football career he replaces football with food, and his resentment of the replacement quarterback turns into something decidedly different.
